• How I wish I could remove the mask,
    the putrid mask, blocking my senses, blocking my feelings,
    Blocking me off from myself, and the world
    changing me, and manipulating me little by little.
    How I wish the world could see me for me, and not for the mask
    the mask that hides the tears for my fallen brothers,
    the Mask that I rely on to hold the tears in my dark eyes.
    I need the mask, yet I hate that I do.
    I hate the fact that it exists around me,
    it makes me wonder how I'm going to live with it.
    But if I lose it somehow, would they consider me insane?
    Would they even think that I was the same person?
    What if humanity, normality is an act?
    What if insanity is just a drop of the mask.
    It was my brother's idea, and I completely agree.
    We might all be in an act, but not even know it because we have been hiding for so long
    I have been hiding for so long, I have lost myself,
    even now I find it hard to be myself, and not "normal"
    How I wish I could laugh as naturally as my brothers and sisters,
    even when I see myself in the mirror, I find it strange,
    I don't think it's me, though the reflection blinks when I blink, and imitates me like a fool
    It seems to laugh at me, like I'm an idiot for just thinking I could hide forever
    Will I end up in the loony bin like others with the mask of happiness?
    Would I mind?
    Some questions I wish I could answer so bad, I lay in bed, just waiting for something.